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Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Cat Is Lobbying for Better “Working” Conditions

The Cat Labor Laws have been posted on the fridge.

Hmmm. Now who would do that?

Of the two cats, I just don’t believe Dolly Gee Squeakers (formerly of the Humane Society Squeakers) has it in her.

Dolly’s concern regarding labor laws and fair play go no further than making sure that I continue to labor (the cat box in particular is a source of nail-biting concern for her); and as far as fair play is concerned, Dolly’s integrity is called into question on a regular basis.

Witness the Ball of Yarn Fiasco, which Ball she took, by force, from Liza Bean.

Amusingly enough, Dolly Gee found herself completely entwined in said yarn, the result of dragging it around in circles, in and out of furniture legs to the point that she became lashed to a chair.

No, Dolly’s not the one concerned that she may be asked to do a little work around the house.

25 comments:

You have beautifully articulated why I did not live in a two story (or more) house whilst I was owned by cats. It was difficult enough navigating a single, (mostly) level, floor what with artful maneuvers forcing me to trip over the coffee table, an occasional chair, or fall headlong into the sofa.

At our house, the union local has created another labor law: cats shall be fed (canned food only) by 8:30 a.m. and if not they shall poke, prod, and if all else fails, sneeze in a human's sleeping face until said human gets out of bed and opens that can. Whereupon said cat may or may not eat anything, and may or may not gack in surprise locations around the house.

Yup, they never think it all the way through do they? I just let Admiral Fluffy J. Schoochie-Baloo (of the Manhatten Schootchie-Baloos) rant and rave then I show him my TWO opposible thumbs and how well they work to open the door and work the can opener. Shuts him up every time. I still hear him mumbling as he walks away but I make my point everytime.

I recently got my Chihuahua, Dixie, a new pet kitty when her's died. He seems to instinctively know he is her kitty and that she is the queen. And I'm for cleaning the sandbox, serving his food, and tripping up in the hallway for his amusement when I fall on my ass...

Their organization is not going to hold. Think herding cats, they are too independent. One of them is just fantasizing about leading a union of cats.I have a sister named Dolly so this post was extra special - thanks